'Tis the season...

...to be grilled by so-called loved ones like an airport hot dog.

Okay, the analogy is a little outdated. But I know you get the point.

One of my homeschooling loops is hosting a chat tonight specifically about coping with relatives at holiday gatherings, and it got me thinking about writing an article about that part of our lives.

Sadly, my own relatives are nothing but supportive of -- nay, enthusiastic about -- our decision to homeschool. So in terms of leavening the essay with some hilarious (provided they're not about you) anecdotes, I need to do some outsourcing.

I'd love to hear your "horrifying holiday relatives" stories for possible inclusion in an upcoming article. I swear on my three-chocolate brownie recipe that I will not include names, locations, or any other identifying information that I can possibly leave out and still have a viable story.

You can send your story to me privately if you like:

deborah @ 2ds dot org

or you can post it here, so everyone can admire your fortitude.

And now I have to go fight the urge to eat all the brownies. And a hot dog.